After the D there be the E and it suits me well
 D Sisive on Eglinton be the street where I dwell
 The Westside is parallel where my legend propels
 Also my brethrens as well  but it ain't hard to tell
 Cause lyrically I'll be representing spots of all kinds
 I drop dimes on any competitor trying to take mine
 And when it's all said and done  and I posess the full claim
 I hit the soul train back to E.W. (my domain)
 The home of insane crews paying dues and making news bulletins
 Ganja entrepreneurs, my street is full of them
 And hooligans of all types avoiding sentences
 Oriental men selling New York imported denim
 It's heaven when I start walking my block, taking all the sights in
 I know I got the white skin, but I fit right in
 And if you fighting, make sure you bring the right men
 Cause from Marlee ave to York Quare, we got nothing but titans
 Ready to battle, with words mad provacotive
 It all ain't positive, but living here is my perogative
 So keep it on the hush for all the hesitating people
 And check the unity at the Caribana pre-show

 (Chorus)
 The E.W.-
 The streets where the po-po roam
 It may not be much to others, but to brothers it's home
 The E.W.
 Let's make use of this coverage
 And don't throw up the W without an E in front of it

 I take a breath of fresh air and still be destined to get there
 Whether I'm at Glencairn or West of St. Clair
 I still be close by wondering if my street's still operating
 So I travel 32 bus lines straight throught the station
 And staying connected like Imediat paging
 Blazing up my quad, waiting for return calls from pay phones
 Y'all know the deal, if you don't ask my man Rhyno
 He'll tell you E.W. rocks the spot (T-Dot)

 (Rhyno)
 Athletic sweaters have imbedded my chest
 Claiming Eglinton West where the buddah gets blessed
 Nevertheless, it's the place where my head takes rest
 Multiplied drug sales til the cops get stressed
 Understood it's my hood and I don't complain
 Easy shopping when I'm rocking on the Keele domain
 Simple and plain, we trying to get our blocks sewn together
 Throwing E.W. signs and sporting ECKO sweaters

 (Chorus)
 The E.W.-
 The streets where the bashments play
 And roots men work night and day to earn the fastest pay
 The E.W.
 Let's make use of this coverage
 And don't throw up the W without an E in front of it

 For 18 plus years I be walking the streets clear
 Of any beef, mad peace and hoping that it will increase
 But when the beast gets there way, the peace is gone away
 And the pieces spray, leaving the peace a memory
 It's a hard thing to say but they be always harassing
 The DJ's clashing at local bashments in an orderly fashion
 Depriving our imagery while they physically
 Sending our citizens through misery, it's killing me
 So while we chilling, B, we gotta unify and skillfully
 Try to get Snoop screaming out "EWC"
 White pregnant bitches and clothes from Stitches
 Running from 13th division
 Through avenues and boulevards, pulling cards from those not on the
 blueprints
 So get nyammed like Albert's with more cuts than Loose Ends
 My crew extends therefore I'm crazy true to say
 That I'll forever be representing the E double vee

 (Chorus)
 The E.W.
 The streets where the blocks are shaded
 It ain't crew affiliated, but its our hood and we named it
 The E.W.
 The street where the po-po roam
 It may not be much to others, but to brothers it's home
 The E.W.
 The street where the bashments play
 And roots men work night and day to earn the fastest pay
 The E.W.
 Let's make use of this coverage
 And don't throw up the W without an E in front of it